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Juno | Steve Rogers/Captain America x Male!Reader (SMUT😉)
A/N: Wow another Steve Rogers fic. Anyways this one is smut. Also this is my first ever attempt at writing smut so it's going to be really bad. So enjoy!
Title and plot (loosely) based off of Sabrina Carpenter's new song (stream the album btw or else):
Juno
Word count: 2.8k
Summary: I might let you make me Juno 😉
Warnings: Unprotected sex, oral sex
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“And then he said to me, ‘How about you change your dentures!’” A chorus of laughter erupted from around the table. Among the voices and chuckles was Y/N, sporting a fake laugh to hide the pain he was currently feeling on the inside. He so badly wanted to leave, thinking that laughing at whatever he was presented with would help pass the night.
Y/N was an Avenger. He loved his job – no doubt. He loved being able to help people on a worldwide scale, and the overall idea of doing something that mattered. However, what Y/N didn’t realize was that the fine print of the Avenger’s contract included him forcefully being present at the annual U.S. Defence Symposium Convention, where diplomats and political leaders from around the globe gathered to discuss foreign affairs. While he never had to speak during these conventions, Y/N’s presence was required for Avengers PR reasons. Why it couldn’t be anyone else was a question he’d never find the answer to. Luckily for him, he wasn’t alone this year. Even better for him, he was with his lovely boyfriend.
Y/N glanced towards Steve at the other side of the circular table. Steve was already looking at him, wearing a similar bored expression. The two shared tired smiles. A positive that came with being Captain America’s boyfriend was intimate looks like these, shared across dinner tables, conference meetings, and other situations where they couldn’t be close. Looks and glances that made Y/N feel warm inside. No one else knew, even the team, of their clandestine relationship, afraid of the uproar that would come if it were to become public. The controversy that came with two of the United States’ defensive powerhouses dating – especially considering both were men – was something Y/N chose to think about rarely.
The senator continued his comedically-not-funny joke, and Y/N felt grey hairs growing. He knew he had to leave or he would’ve broken down in tears. As a guest speaker was about to be introduced, Y/N politely excused himself from the table and glanced towards Steve, his eyes already on him. He gave him a wink – a not-so-discrete signal they both came up with before arriving, loosely meaning, ‘I can’t handle this anymore and I need to get the fuck out of here – meet me in the bathroom.’
As he walked through the halls of the large venue, he marvelled at the grandness of the building where the convention was held. While he despised being there, he had to admit the building was architecturally and aesthetically pleasing, being more on the higher end of NYC establishments with its Art Deco-inspired assets. When Y/N made it to the bathroom, he checked beneath the stalls to see if anyone was present before letting out a loud groan. He knew he had to talk to Nick Fury later to discuss his supposedly mandatory attendance at the energy-draining convention. He couldn’t stand another second here. Leaning against the sink, he waited for Steve to arrive.
After about two minutes, the door to the washroom opened, and Y/N was met with Steve's presence. Steve raised his eyebrows, silently asking if anyone else was there, to which Y/N responded by shaking his head. “What did it, huh?” Steve asked, closing the door behind him.
“That geriatric senator, obviously – Senator Shortdick,” Y/N groaned. The senator’s name was actually in fact Dick – something Y/N’s immaturity found astoundingly hilarious. “His very long extended joke about…I don’t even know actually.”
“He was talking about his son, Y/N,” Steve said, walking closer to the other man. “It was a nice story – very wholesome.” When Steve reached Y/N, he wrapped his arms around his waist before giving him a small peck.
Y/N’s eyes met Steve’s, and they both gave each other reassuring smiles. They both desperately wanted to leave, but were aware they legally couldn’t.
“I don’t think I can handle this anymore, Steve,” Y/N’s voice whined, laying his head on Steve’s muscular chest, and caressing his sides. “I need something exciting.” Suddenly, as if he had an epiphany, Y/N conjured a devious idea to pass the time. Looking up at Steve, he gave him a half-lidded look, an action he did in jest whenever he wanted something from him. “We should fuck right now.”
Steve only responded with a bewildered look, slowly shaking his head and reprimanding Y/N’s unsavoury suggestion. “We can’t, Y/N,” he said. “It’s too risky. Not to mention, distasteful – we’re in public.” Steve was the more rational person in their relationship, often taking Y/N’s outrageous ideas to heed.
“Why not, Stevie?” Y/N’s voice feigned softness and seductivity. “Isn’t it exciting,” he started, arms sliding up Steve’s clothed bicep. “The idea of getting caught here.”
“Not really-.” Before Steve could continue, Y/N connected their lips. It started soft – short and sweet – before gradually getting more intense and feverish. Steve pushed the small of Y/N’s back closer, deepening the touch of their lips. Steve wanted Y/N badly, and Y/N was aware of that. He always knew that he had some type of figurative spell over Steve, causing him to be more acquiescent towards him than any other member of the team – even before they started dating. Steve was entirely bewitched by Y/N.
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The two eventually locked themselves in one of the bathroom stalls, lips already connected and moving together hungrily. Both prayed no toilet would come beckoning some diplomat’s bladder amidst their carnal moment together. As they continued face-fucking each other, Y/N trailed his hands down towards Steve’s pantsuit. He palmed Steve’s already present bulge, rubbing it with the soles of his hand and causing a quiet whimper to leave Steve’s mouth. At hearing Steve’s sultry noise, Y/N felt his cock growing harder and heavier.
Y/N broke their lips’ ravenous movement and began unbuttoning Steve’s tux. “I saw you practically ogling me in there.” He bit one of Steve’s sensitive spots on his neck, eliciting a low groan from his throat. “It’s like you were begging to fuck me with your fuck-me eyes.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Steve panted in response.
“Stay oblivious then, Stevie.” Y/N slipped Steve’s suit off, revealing his muscled buff chest. Not even a second later, Y/N’s mouth began trailing down Steve’s torso. He peppered kisses all over Steve’s chest, going further and further down until he was on his knees. Y/N came face-to-face with Steve’s growing bulge. He salivated, thinking about taking Steve’s entire cock in one go – the idea of hearing Steve’s whimpers made his dick even firmer.
Steve’s gaze was locked on Y/N. His eyes were half-closed, face flushed with both lust and pleasure. Y/N then unbuttoned Steve’s pants before taking them off which revealed Steve’s undergarments. Without sparing another moment, Y/N yanked Steve’s boxers off. Steve’s cock, upon being unclothed, sprung upwards and ached in the cold bathroom air. It begged for attention that Y/N’s mouth was more than willing to give. A slight droplet of precum was already at the slit which made Y/N even more aroused. Not wanting Steve to finish quickly (as if that is even a problem with his serum-induced stamina), Y/N started slow. He gave Steve’s shaft one long lick at the base, relishing the semi-salty taste. Y/N continued licking, throwing occasional glances towards Steve and how he was reacting. The quiet whimpering coming out of Steve’s mouth was evident he wanted – needed more. “Just please take it all, Y/N,” he quietly whined.
Y/N chuckled. He decided Steve had been good tonight and, sparing him from further punishment, took his entire cock in his mouth. A loud moan erupted from Steve to which he quickly clamped his hand over his mouth to silence. Y/N had to adjust to Steve’s size for a moment before doing anything further. Despite having done this several times, Y/N always thought Steve’s dick was maybe too big for him. This wasn’t that much of a problem for him as while he did struggle in throating it, it did make his ass feel good. And very sore afterwards. After a brief moment, Y/N began to slowly move his head up and down Steve’s cock. Steve struggled to quiet down his noises of pleasure as much as Y/N struggled trying not to choke. With each movement of Y/N’s head, Steve was hitting the back of his throat which sent a wave of pleasure down his spine. Steve, however, wanted much more.
To Y/N’s shock, Steve bundled his hands in his H/C locks and shoved him further down his throat. Y/N’s eyes went wide, gagging noises coming from his clogged mouth. Before Y/N could steady himself, Steve began ramming his throat at a rapid speed, his attempt to quiet himself vanishing as he prioritized quickly getting off with Y/N’s mouth. As Steve continued at his pace, he let out breathy moans that were amplified and reverbed by the bathroom’s walls. While Steve was in pure bliss at his cock being serviced, Y/N was not able to cope with the sudden change. His hands were placed on both of Steve’s thighs, trying to steady himself. Tears pricked near the corner of his eyes as his entire buccal cavity and throat continued being ransacked by Steve’s length. Each time Steve’s cock hit the rear of his throat, Steve shuddered and Y/N gagged loudly. As Steve began nearing his climax, he began to go even quicker than his initial speed, causing Y/N’s tears to freefall down his cheeks. With one loud grunt and a sloppy thrust, Steve came down Y/N’s throat. As Y/N felt the warm and salty fluid trail down his throat, Steve’s breaths became more shallow.
Steve leaned against the stall’s door, and a slick ‘pop’ sounded as he took his cock out of Y/N’s mouth. He was still recovering from his orgasm as Y/N quickly got up from his knees and roughly pushed his chest. “Dude!’ Y/N half-yelled. “What the fuck was that? You nearly killed me!”
Steve staggered slightly at Y/N’s hit. He looked at Y/N with a confused expression that quickly vanished upon seeing his tear-stained cheeks. An apologetic look promptly dawned. “Shit, Y/N, I’m so sorry. Are you alright?”
“I’m fine it’s just,” Y/N said while wiping his face, “you have to warn me first before you do that.”
“I’m really sorry, Y/N.” Steve did look remorseful. His face looked as if he had accidentally kicked a dog. “We should probably stop now.”
Y/N gave looked at him incredulously. “Are you kidding me?” He pointed sternly towards Steve, his voice coming out furious with a tinge of playfulness. “The only apology I’ll accept now is if you fuck me right here.”
“But, Y/N, I don’t have the…” Steve’s voice trailed off.
“The what, Steve?”
“You know,” Steve said, face slightly pink. “The wet thing and the rubber thing?”
An actual genuine look of bewilderment made its way onto Y/N’s face. “You mean condoms and lube?” Steve nodded shyly and Y/N began to laugh. “Steve, you just pounded my face in. Don’t give me any shit about you being too coy to say the words ‘condom’ and ‘lube’.” He then glanced down towards Steve’s penis which was already erect again. “Plus, your thing,” he continued, mocking Steve’s mannerisms, “still looks pretty wet from my spit. And as far as I remember, none of us have any diseases.” Y/N quickly looked towards Steve. “Right?” Steve nodded his head quickly, still too embarrassed to respond. Before Steve could do anything further, Y/N took his pants off alongside his underwear. “You’re already hard again, Steve. What are you gonna do 'bout it?”
Y/N’s teasing tone evoked Steve’s earlier confidence, leading to him hoisting Y/N around his waist, a quick yelp coming out of Y/N at the sudden movement. Before Y/N could say anything, Steve hastily prevented him by connecting their lips. Their tongues quickly tangled together, saliva combining and becoming indistinguishable from one another. “Steve, just put it in already, God.” Y/N’s voice came out breathy and unstable. Steve obeyed quicker than usual, seemingly eager to come a second time that night. Grabbing his cock with one hand and supporting Y/N with the other, he angled it towards Y/N's gaping hole. Without wasting any more time, Steve promptly thrust the entirety of his length inside of Y/N. A filthy ludicrous whine came from Y/N’s throat. His prostate was already being reached by Steve’s tip, causing his eyes to roll to the back of his head. He was euphoric and as Steve started moving, his speed matching that of earlier, Y/N felt like he ascended.
Steve was usually gentle whenever they had sex, but he decided to spare no mercy tonight. His thrusts were aggressive, leaving Y/N unable to handle the surplus of pleasure he was feeling. With each graze felt by his prostate, he was sent further into the heavenly bliss he felt. “H-have you seen that one movie,” Y/N said in between heavy pants. “Juno?” He knew it was a stupid question, both in the situation he asked it in, and how he knew Steve had barely seen anything made in the 21st century.
Steve continued thrusting into Y/N, the sound of their skin slapping reverberating around the room. “No – fuck,” Steve’s voice came out breathless. “What is that?” His face was contorting into different variations of lewd expressions, making Y/N’s hard-on even stiffer. It was rare to see the Captain America in such a vulnerable state, and Y/N savoured the fact he was the only person who was able to see him like this.
The pleasure Y/N felt inside of him was indescribable. Their fucking had never reached this level of catharsis. “Nothing – it doesn’t matter. Just keep going, Steve…please…” Y/N saw the little dribble of precum dripping from his cock. He was close. And Y/N knew Steve was too from how his pounds started becoming sloppier, and how his hands gripped his ass tighter. Their lips found each other again, and their tongues connected. Steve swallowed all of Y/N’s whimpers, biting his lower lip to prevent any would-be passersby from hearing his erotic gasps for air.
“I’m gonna come, Y/N,” Steve breathlessly spoke. His pacing started to decline, and his entire body trembled.
As Steve was about to endure another orgasm, Y/N saw him about to pull out. Suddenly, he protested with a hoarse sigh, “No, Steve, just finish inside me – it’s fine.” Steve nodded his head silently, not needing to be told twice. Their pants continued syncing together as Steve rode out his climax. Another load of his hot white cream exited him and filled Y/N to the brim. Shortly after Steve finished, Y/N felt his climax coming in. Steve continued floppily thrusting to aid in his release, soon releasing in thick ribbons that covered his and Steve’s chests.
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Steve gently collapsed both of their bodies on the ground. The pair were in a state of exhausted pleasure, their breaths still deep and frequent. It stayed this way for a few minutes – Steve and Y/N basking in the decline of their orgasms in a comfortable silence. Y/N glanced down towards his ass, a tad icked out by Steve’s jizz pouring out of him. “It’s kind of gross isn’t it,” he said to Steve.
Steve was broken out of his euphoric trance upon hearing Y/N’s voice. “What is?” He said, still catching his breath.
“Look,” Y/N signalled to his downward area. “It looks really strange.” The pair’s eyes met and they both erupted in boisterous laughter.
As they started quieting down from what they considered the funniest thing of that night, Steve suddenly remembered what Y/N asked earlier. “Hey, what was it with that movie you asked me about earlier.”
“Juno?” Y/N responded.
“Yeah, that one.”
“Oh, it was nothing,” Y/N said, getting uncharacteristically shy. “I just thought…it’d be nice if we have kids one day.” Y/N then realized what he said and began doubling down. “I mean, that is if you want any with me at all – children I mean. A family.”
Steve didn’t say anything. Instead, he smiled at Y/N, grabbing his hand and holding it tightly. Y/N responded by giving him a meek smile. They both were met with another silence, their love-laced gazes filling each other with a comforting warmth.
“How are we gonna get out of here, Steve?” Y/N’s voice came out softly, too absorbed in the moment to genuinely care about where they were.
“Now that is the predicament, isn’t it?” Steve said, reciprocating Y/N’s blissful voice.
Fortunately, it was evident that luck was on their side that night as no one had entered the bathroom at any point in their love-making.
FIN
A/N: My Google searches are legit “Synonyms for ‘cock’ in fanfiction”, “Synonyms for ‘moaning’ in fanfiction”, “Synonyms of ‘cum’ in fanfiction”, and “How to write smut properly.” Anyways, hope you enjoyed whatever that mess was!
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Pairing: Kai Parker x Male Reader Genre: Smut (+18) Requested by: @amore-xoxo A/N: Again, this is the first time I've written a Top!Male Reader, really sorry if it's dodgy. Warning: Small mention of blood.
A soft gasp sounds through the room as Y/n slowly coughs for air. His hands fly to his throat, it feels scratchy and dry… begging for some kind of cure. Y/n’s eyes squint at the harsh sunlight that fills the room, his ears, unfocused, hearing all sorts of sounds from outside the room, yet one sound stood out: the sequential lub-dub of a heartbeat. Y/n’s attention turns to the boy who sits quietly on his bed with a small cut on his neck. Y/n feels a sharp pain shoot through his mouth as his canines sharpen and lower from his upper dentures.
“You know what you have to do…” Kai’s voice suddenly sounded from the other side of the bed. In seconds, Kai’s back is pressed against the wall, Y/n’s arm squeezing his neck against the wall. “What did you do to me?!” Y/n angrily questions. Kai only smirks back at the confused and angry boy. “You’re a smart boy. You know exactly what’s happening to you…” The heretic teases as he watches the realisation dawn on Y/n.
“Dean, be a good boy and offer Y/n here something to drink.” Kai commands the boy, causing the boy sitting on the bed to stand and move over to Kai and Y/n, offering his neck to the transitioning vampire. “All yours.” Dean mutters flirtatiously towards Y/n, glancing between Kai and Dean. Y/n’s pupils turn a bloody red as veins grow intensively under Y/n’s eyes as his gaze shifts towards Dean’s open wound.
“Take a bite.” Kai soothes, gripping Y/n’s neck and pushing him closer to Dean’s wound. Y/n’s mouth opens, his fangs sharp and protruding, before he latches onto Dean’s wound, digging into his neck. Dean moans softly at the feeling of life draining from his body as Y/n viciously feeds off him. The euphoric feelings rush through Y/n’s body before Dean’s body soon falls limp and dead on the ground.
“God, you look so sexy.” Kai admires as Y/n pulls away surprised and shocked by his actions. “I-I killed him…” Y/n splutters with a bloody mouth terrified by his actions. “And now you’re a vampire. Look forget about him and look at me.” Kai mutters flippantly, grabbing Y/n’s neck again and forcing the newly transitioned vampire to look at him again. “Tell me the truth, do you want me?”
Y/n’s lips don’t take long before they are pressed against Kai’s lips, kissing them lustfully and passionately. Y/n felt all his inhibitions slip away, the only thing that mattered was what Kai wanted, and Kai wanted him. So, Y/n was his to have. Kai kissed the vampire back, wrapping his arms around his waist and pulling the boy closer to him. “I knew you wanted me.” Kai says between moans before being vamp-sped onto the bed. “You wanted me first.”
Shirtless and moaning, Y/n sits on Kai’s lap while the heretic kisses down Y/n’s body. “But you want me more.” Kai teases before his lips close over Y/n’s nipple eliciting a moan from the new vampire. “You’re an ass.” Y/n breathes out before moaning again as he feels Kai’s hands swiftly undo his belt. “But you like that about me… and I bet you want mine too.” In a moment of swiftness, Kai and Y/n, were both naked, their bodies pressing against each other as they kissed.
Y/n gasped softly when he felt Kai’s hand grip his cock and his own, stroking them together. Kai, using his strength, pushes Y/n on his back before his head moves down to Y/n’s cock. He softly grabs Y/n’s cock and gently licks the tip of his cock before swirling his tongue around the head of the cock. “Stop teasing….” Y/n moans firmly, lurching his hips upwards, pushing his cock deeper into Kai’s mouth.
Y/n’s fingers grip the heretic’s dark brown hair controlling the way Kai’s head bops up and down on his cock, while Kai’s tongue softly massages Y/n’s leaking cock. Kai felt his head being pushed further down Y/n’s cock, which the heretic relaxes his throat taking the cock deeper, and gagging on it causing Y/n to moan, his back arching ever so slightly.
Kai’s cock now hung over Y/n’s mouth while his mouth hovered over Y/n’s wet cock. In seconds, Kai’s cock sunk into Y/n’s mouth sliding up and down while the new vampire worked his tongue on the cock all while Kai’s mouth softly kisses Y/n’s cock. Y/n’s mouth moved off Kai’s cock, licking and kissing Kai’s balls before moving to his taint. Kai felt his lover’s tongue tease its way to his hole.
Y/n passionately worked at the heretic’s hole, swirling his tongue around the hole spelling all sorts of things. “Mmh…” Kai huffed as he felt Y/n’s tongue push in and out of his hole. It wasn’t long before Y/n’s fingers made their way to Kai's entrance and started to push themselves in. One by one, a finger pushed into the heretic’s hole, stretching him out. “More, Y/n.” Kai whined, his pleasure intensifying at the feeling of Y/n’s fingers thrusting into him.
Y/n’s hard and lubed cock lightly presses against Kai’s entrance. “You need help there, cutie?” Kai teases, on all fours, slightly annoyed by the teasing. “Oh, fuck!” Kai sharply moans, when Y/n’s cock pushed itself into his hole. “Don’t be a brat.” Y/n snarked as he started to thrust his hips back and forth. The sound of skin slapping fills the room coupled with Y/n and Kai’s moans.
Kai lies on his back with his one leg by Y/n’s side and his other leg draped over Y/n’s shoulder while Y/n’s hard cock pushes deep inside of his hole. Y/n moans deeply when he feels Kai’s hole clench around his cock. His thrusts speed up, chasing the pleasure that only Kai’s hole can provide. The vampire and heretic simultaneously moan when Y/n’s cock fully disappears into Kai’s hole, pushing against Kai’s spot causing the heretic to recoil in intense pleasure.
“Cum for me, Kai.” Y/n smoothly demands, stroking Kai’s cock while the heretic rides Y/n’s cock. “Mmm…” Kai moans loudly as cum shoots onto his chest while some of his seed spill onto Y/n’s hand. Kai’s hole clenches tightly around Y/n’s cock as a result of his orgasm, causing the Y/n to thrust himself upward into Kai. Y/n’s teeth sink into his lips as his cock throbs inside Kai’s ass, before his warm cum spills out of his cock straight into Kai’s ass.
“Oh my god!” Caroline’s voice shrieks, shutting the dorm room door immediately. “I just saw a naked Y/n and a naked Kai… together.” Caroline gags as she pushes Bonnie and Elena away from the dorm room. “I think we scared your friends.” Kai whispers, as Y/n kisses down his neck. “They’ll get over it.” Y/n murmurs as he hungrily continues to kiss down Kai’s neck.
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A Mischievous Symphony (1927)
The Amazing Digital Time Capsule AU AND STORY ART by @the-amazing-digital-time-capsule @mangotangerinepastry (Given permission to write this. They've been super helpful in the making of this!)
THIS STORY IS SOFT CANON- ALTERNATE TIME PERIOD FROM THE ORIGINAL AU! I just had an idea of what to do and wanted to write this!
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[Access:/ Host memories
Time period: 1927 during The Director's leadership]
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"No, no, no!" A harsh, male voice sounded out towards the man on the piano, "You can't just keep doing what you like, Caine! I gave you a certain way to play this piece and I very well won't allow you to mess this piece up!" He snarled in anger, almost sounding like he wanted to throw his baton at the pianist.
"Oh, come on, [REDACTED], can't you lighten up at least a little?" Caine could be heard laughing, his voice jovial as his eyes moved upwards to face The Director. From the sound of his tone of voice and how his teeth moved, the pianist had a smirk as he taunted the man scolding him. His vision suddenly went pitch black as a quick snap of teeth crashing together was heard right before something that could be perceived as hitting the front of the teeth from the outside- presumably the baton after the man conducting him finally got fed up with how he was acting. He opened his teeth a tiny bit to see The Director seething with rage despite how obviously whatever puppeteer controlling this place was currently puppeteering him as the leader of the capsule had the metaphorical strings held taut as to do avoid further damage.
The Director had to close his eyes to keep his anger from boiling over before he breathed out slowly- if Caine didn't know better, he could've sworn he saw steam leaving the man's mouth and ears. He chuckled softly to himself at the idea of that before suddenly shutting himself up as soon as he noticed the piecing glare that could've easily burnt holes through his teeth. The pair of dentures suddenly felt a tad threatened by the look- at least it meant he was doing a swell job in angering the leader, he supposed.
"Leave." The Director spoke finally, his tone was deathly calm- which admittedly, did strike him to the core with slight fear. As rebellious as the man was, he had to own up to the fact that this tone and posture being shown in front of him was a little bit terrifying, "Did you hear me, pianist? I said, LEAVE!" He demanded once more.
Caine frowned a bit but went silent as he moved the lid prop away and down before closing the lid carefully and had the cover of the keys placed on top of them. He huffed as he left the room before the leader had a chance to blow a gasket and actually tried to lunge at him. "At least this gets me away from [REDACTED]..." He huffed a bit as he headed towards his room.
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Caine sighed, feeling a tad tired after dealing with The Director as long as he did. How could he be that uptight all the time? Was it really all because of the some weird puppeteer that controlled him? He shook his head- there was still so much he didn't know about the time capsule and whatever was keeping everyone here. What he did know is that he had to keep his personality intact as much as possible, he couldn't let this whole system get to him. He knows that there were people who couldn't take it anymore but... their names? Faces? He couldn't remember those details about them anymore... He hated that the most, no one deserves to be forgotten about- even that awful Director deserves to be remembered in some capacity.
As he got lost in his thoughts, he continued his path to his room while greeting a few of the other inhabitants in an aloof manner until he was alone in his room.
He sighed lightly as he leaned against the closed door, feeling a bit detached from reality as his thoughts continued to get away from him. That is, until he noticed his reflection in the full body mirror next to his dresser- it seemed to snap him out of his reverie as he stared at himself in the reflection.
The first and most obvious part of him was his head, or he supposed, the lack of head- instead of a head, he had dentures that had crozat braces connected on either side and the back to which kept him from opening too wide. The teeth of the dentures, he noticed, looked a bit like piano keys as if it were a cruel joke on his choice of instrument and role in the capsule. The next thing that was pretty hard to miss were his eyes that were connected by veins that attached to his upper jaw- they had two different colors: his left iris was a purplish-blue while his right one was olive green. Both of his eyes were bright and had a slight mischievous sparkle to them despite how they dulled a bit after his practice with The Director.
The pianist let his gaze drift down his reflection to look at his outfit next: he was adorned with simple white long sleeved shirt, the sleeves of which he had rolled up to his elbows which let his pale skin show from underneath and the collar of his shirt was lightly folded down to allow for his neck to be seen. Over his shirt were brown straps that connected to his navy blue slacks that had a small silver chain that was attached to a small army dog tag coming out from his right front pocket and the bottom part of his pants barely covered the top bit of his brown cap toe dress shoes that a tan bit where the toes were.
He felt himself calm down a bit as he took in his appearance through the mirror's reflection- just remembering who he was helped him feel sane at the end of the day. He may be stuck in this odd place for who knows how long but it didn't mean he had to lose his sense of self even if others have.
Caine shook his head as he stretched his arms forward a bit. Everyone else should still be at work doing whatever The Director was, well, directing them to do. He was pretty sure that he was the only inhabitant that was kicked out. He hummed as he decided to lay in his bed to take a nap, kicking off his shoes to the ground before he got under the covers.
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A pattern of knocks on the door woke the pair of dentures from his slumber- although, it was more of a rather light sleep as he couldn't stop his mind from racing the entire time. The knocking sounded again except a bit louder this time and a voice came with it, "I know you're awake, Caine!" A male voice came through the door as the pianist rolled his eyes and sat up, slipping on his shoes.
Caine opened the door right when his friend was about to knock on the door a third time which ended with a fist hitting the pianist squarely on his olive green eye. The tap dancer quickly pulled his fist away, "You really chose a bad time to answer the door-" He cleared his throat apologetically, moving back a step and averting his gaze.
Caine placed a hand on his, now swollen, eye and sent the man in front of him a look, "Care to explain why you were knocking on my door in the first place, [CLASSIFIED]?" He questioned flatly, a bit of annoyance in his tone after the accidental punch in the eye. He began to walk off to get some ice with the tap dancer coming from behind him and to his side.
"Oh, right!" The tap dancer blinked as he was reminded that he wanted something from his friend, "I was just wondering if you wanted to help me practice my tap dancing routine with your piano as my music?" He questioned with a smile.
"After you hit-"
"I will also buy you dinner and some whiskey!" The man was quick to interject before his friend could refuse his request, knowing he couldn't very well reject an offer like that.
Caine stopped mid sentence as he heard the rest of the deal before scoffing a bit, "You're lucky I see you like an older brother, you [%$^$*$@]." He pushed him lightheartedly, teasing him a bit.
"Yes!" The tap dancer pumped his fist with a grin, excited to spend time with Caine despite how they hang out a lot anyways.
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Clicks and taps of a pair of shoes could be heard on the stage as the tap dancer of the capsule practiced his routine while piano music filled the air from the pianist sitting at the grand piano that sat next to the stage. Fingers danced across the keys with practiced taps and strokes, nothing like how he played for The Director, the music here was elegant and went well with the beat of the taps.
Caine looked up from the piano as he played, his fingers still expertly pressing every key correctly and in time despite not being watched, and smiled as he enjoyed the scene of his best friend dancing away without a care in the world. The pianist could help but to feel the beat of the song just from the tap dancer's metal from the soles of the shoes hitting the wooden stage, his friend always performed extremely well with little to no mistakes that he was always in awe every time he watched him or even just listened.
The pianist moved his head back towards the piano as he closed his eyes, just listening. All the sounds on the outside- the piano playing its classical music, the taps and clicks from the stage and even the chatter amongst those just watching and listening from afar- all of it sounded like a symphony to him.
He just wanted to live in this moment as long as possible.
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Bluey: Flash Forward (Future AU): Bluey Headcanons
Full name: Bluey Christine Pastore (née Heeler)
33 years old as of 2045
She/they
The only non-queer member (but still an ally) of her generation of the Heeler family
Married to neither Mackenzie nor Jean-Luc, but a Lessinia and Lagorai Shepherd (Pastore della Lessinia e del Lagorai) named Smudge
Mackenzie and Jean-Luc were best men at her wedding
Lives in an apartment on Warren Street in Fortitude Valley with an interior color of red.
Tradie (specifically Aircraft Maintenance Engineer)
Works at Brisbane Airport
Nearly died of canine distemper at age 10, Has minor neurological issues (particularly winking and chewing gum fit tics), PTSD, and chronic pain as a result of said distemper
Has implant dentures for some teeth due to having said post-distemper hypoplastic natural teeth removed
Epileptic
Type 1 diabetic
Is on a Mediterranean diet (since they were 10)
Has 2 children, an 8-year-old Pastoreeler named Basil (after the planned male name of the puppy Chilli miscarried) and a 6-year-old dingo named Ruby conceived through frozen embryo transfer.
Can speak French and Serbian fluently
Has a sense of humor similar to Vinesauce Joel
Takes CBD oil
Swears too much for her own good
Favorite animals are raccoons, fossas, and bats
Likes bushwalking (hiking)
Owns a Soviet Panamka hat gotten from a thrift store, didn't really know the significance
Furry (which is kinda ironic, being that she’s an anthropomorphic dog)
Worst nightmares are dying to SUDEP and developing Alzheimer’s
Went to university to become a writer, but became dissatisfied with their work, constantly plagued with writer’s block and had an existential crisis, dropped out, and went to trade school instead
Forklift certified
Flying fox otherhearted
Favorite game series is Gran Turismo
Had a leg amputated due to diabetic neuropathy, uses a prosthetic leg with her original leg's fur taxidermied over it.
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Richard Armitage article for the Telegraph on Obsession & Intimacy Co-ordinators
Full transcript under cut
Last month, Mountview Theatre School, in south London, announced it will offer an Intimacy Practice Degree Course, developed by Ita O’Brien who is one of the world’s leading intimacy co-ordinators, having worked on dozens of films and TV shows, including Sex Education and Lady Chatterley’s Lover. To the layperson, this might sound like just another convoluted attempt to apply a scientific approach to something artistic, or worse, an official move towards legitimising something which flies in the face of uninhibited creativity. But to others it’s a necessary step forward in an area of the film, TV and theatre industries that has been left unchecked for too long.
In my career as an actor, I’ve been asked to throw many violent punches (Spooks), shoot an arsenal of automatic weapons (Strike Back), get familiar with a variety of swords and various implements of torture (Robin Hood, The Hobbit, Pilgrimage) and I once even glued a man to a wheelchair and bit his face off while wearing a pair of grotesque dentures (Hannibal). But it was never quite met with the same embarrassment as a sex scene. It seems we’re OK with depictions of violence but get sweaty palms when we are dealing with intimacy.
I can tell you of a director who was nervous about how to film a certain scene requiring intimacy. “I’ll leave the camera running. Just keep going, I won’t cut,” they shouted from behind the monitor in another room, well away from the closed set. Hmm … thanks a lot. That would never work in a fight sequence … “Just get in there and throw some punches, I won’t cut.” To me, there is no difference.
I think shame has a lot to do with it. The raised eyebrows and tightly folded arms that seem to accompany conversations about on-screen eroticism have, to me, always felt a bit reductive, prudish even. What are we so embarrassed about? “Do as the French do,” I have told myself. “It’s the body, its life… pfftt.” (Spoken with the accent and the pouted lips.)
I have played a number of intimate scenes over the years. I’ve worked with actors who are comfortable and those who have retreated somewhere else in their head until the ordeal is over. Anecdotally, I’ve heard about giggles from the sidelines, comments and compliments on body parts. And then there was the assistant director who clapped their hands together and exclaimed, ‘Right, here come the t-ts!’.
Thankfully, there is now a cultural shift. Intimacy co-ordinators have been around, believe it or not, since about 2015, advising on all aspects of sexuality, both frivolous and dark. My work on a new show for Netflix, Obsession, was my first opportunity to work with one and I needed to put my past experiences, both good and bad, behind me.
Described as an elegant and bold investigation into an erotic, obsessive affair between my character, William, a celebrated surgeon, and Anna, the fiancée of his own son, Obsession was pitched to me with a sense of trepidation. “It’s going to be a challenge, physically. It’s nudity parity” (that’s industry speak for full kit off for male and female actors). Luckily, we had Adelaide Waldrop: part director, part psychologist, part choreographer. Her approach to the work completely changed my viewpoint. I’d heard other actors talking about the restriction they felt working with intimacy co-ordinators, that they “policed the work rather than released the work”.
I discovered this couldn’t have been further from the truth. With a healthy chunk of rehearsal time, we were able to construct a map of investigation for the physical journey on which Anna (played by Charlie Murphy) and William embark. We studied sculpture, dance, poetry, anything we felt might help provide shape and inspiration for the characters’ physical vocabulary, as they ascend towards their fatal attraction.
It also helped that my screen partner, Charlie, made me laugh so much on set that I nearly cracked a (naked) rib. My goal was to finish each working day, proud of what we had done, knowing that Charlie was going home feeling great about herself and her work.
So let’s hope the stifled sniggering and unhelpful jokes are a thing of the past. We must remember that an actor may not have had any sexual experience or might be playing a character who is not of the same sexuality or gender with which they identify in their real life – but now, in an area of our work where we were once left alone, we have a guiding hand
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I’m late to the party but if you’re still accepting them: Fake boyfriend for wip weekend?
I absolutely am! Thank you 🖤
Silence. Just… utter silence. Chrissy fidgets next to him, so Eddie puts his arm around her waist; Mrs. Cunningham's left eyelid twitches.
"Christina," she says, though she's looking at Eddie – looking at him like he's rotting roadkill on a 90 degree day. "We need to talk."
Eddie grins, wide and maniacal. "Sure!"
Another eyelid twitch. "In private."
Eddie tightens his grip on Chrissy, rubbing his cheek against the top of her head. Chrissy leans into the embrace.
"Whatever you have to say to snookums, you can say to both of us," he says.
Mrs. Cunningham inhales so violently her teeth rattle. Does she have dentures? She's a bit young for that. Perhaps she practiced subpar dental hygiene in her youth. Eddie widens his smile further, revealing his gums to show that his teeth are still perfect.
"Why don't we get back to preparing dinner, honey?" Mr. Cunningham says.
"We'll get out of the way," Chrissy shoots in before her mom can reply. "Where's Peter?"
"Out on the terrace with, um, with Steve," her dad says.
"Perfect!" Chrissy drags Eddie past her parents and through the living room to an ajar glass door. "I'll introduce him and Eddie!"
Eddie stumbles after her, wiggling his fingers as goodbye and taking great pleasure in Mrs. Cunningham's rage-red complexion.
Once outside, Chrissy slams the glass door shut and huffs a relieved breath. Eddie is about to ask if she's okay when laughter erupts behind them. Two male voices, one belonging to Peter and that Eddie's never heard before.
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It's interesting that I don't see more discussion of the fact that Francis Dolarhyde/The Great Red Dragon's killing cycle - every full moon - is not just a lunar cycle, but evocative of a menstrual cycle.
In the books, the Dragon repeats the vicious phrases Dolarhyde's grandmother used. The Dragon threatens to cut off Dolarhyde's genitalia, much like his grandmother did when he was a child. Far into adulthood (the book places him at 40), Dolarhyde still sits down to urinate, as his grandmother once instructed him. The dentures that Francis wears to bite his victims are a mold of his grandmother's teeth.
I would also argue that in the same novel, the descriptions of young Francis' pyjamas as nightdress are intentionally invoking the idea of a gown, feminine.
Also, Dolarhyde wears pantyhose as a mask. In one of the scenes where Will Graham is investigating the murders and going through the Leeds house, Harris draws our attention to the habits of Valerie Leeds regarding her own nylon pantyhose - Will Graham notices that she cuts the leg off a pair with a run so that she can save it and wear it with another matching singlet.
Since Red Dragon (1981) was published before Silence of the Lambs (1988), it's interesting to see a precursor to the gender inversion of Jame Gumb. Harris' killers all seem to share that. Even Mason Verger was subtly implied to have a homosexual connection with the amyl poppers he mentions in the third novel, Hannibal (1999). This is not to make an argument about Harris' personal views, just an observation on his writing.
The Dragon seems to represent many things to Francis Dolarhyde. His grandmother, castration anxiety, his aggression and urges. It's also interesting to me that it represents both castration and aggression, since often the philosophy behind gelding a male animal is to curb both its reproductive capacity and its aggression... Though to curb the reproductive urge is possibly part of why the Dragon threatens to take away Reba.
Much to continue mulling over.
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Fascinating Fun Fact Friday!
Horses have some pretty impressive dentures! Adult males have 40-44 teeth, and mares have 36-40. It seems their teeth take up more space in their heads than their brains do!
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(I wasn't sure whether to post this on my own blog or send it to you in all honesty. Since it doesn't discuss villains and a bit more self indulgent, it felt like it should have gone on my blog. But I haven't posted the weasel facts I sent you, so it felt better to send it to you as well? I'm still not sure what to do in all honesty xD you can delete this if you want)
I've been sending you weasel facts, and it got me wondering about rabbits so I looked them up (for you know exactly who xD). I found a gold mine.
A group of rabbits is called a fluffle. Roger and Poppy, and Jessica since she's an honorary rabbit, would make a fluffle. You must let this sink in. (Also, baby rabbits are called kits/kittens, females are called does, and males are called bucks. Poppy and Roger are a doe and a buck XD)
Rabbits purr!! They'll purr when they are eating, sleeping, or just content. Can you imagine Poppy purring in her sleep- or any other time that she is just completely relaxed?? She needs it. (You know what other animal purrs? Weasels 👀)
On the flip side. One of the signs that a rabbit is scared if it starts shaking, hissing, grinding their teeth, and even stomping their foot. I imagine Poppy would have to be extremely scared to start hissing at people, though the foot stomping- or I guess tapping for toon rabbits- being something she does. Could even be her subtle que to her friends that she doesn't feel the situation is safe and wants to leave.
Their teeth never stop growing. I think it's got something to do with the fact that they're carnivors? But either way, Roger and Poppy ain't gonna need dentures anytime soon XD
Like weasels, some breeds of rabbit will turn white in the winter. Either that or it has to do with their climate. So every winter, Roger and Poppy's hair turn as white as their fur.
Carrots are actually not healthy for rabbits. If I'm correct, it'd be the equivalent of eating candy all the time if you give them carrots. They can eat them, but only as a treat or something (I guess that makes Poppy a little but healthier than Roger with her rhubarb pie XD)
Rabbits bite... And they hurt... A lot. And it can be pretty serious too. I doubt Roger would have the heart in him to bite anybody... Though I can see Poppy attempting to bite someone if necessary.
Alright the most commonly known fact on this list; rabbits will burrow underground. I doubt toon rabbits are digging up holes in their yard to sleep in, though I can see them finding stuff like big jackets or a bunch of blankets in bed comforting. Poppy especially would be like this. Like something she can hide in if necessary (and would be pretty happy with any nest a certain weasel might make for her)
When they are happy, they will jump up in the air and give a leap or a kick. This act is called a binky. I need you to see this fact.
Rabbit ears help them cool down! The vessels in their ears will expand or contract if the rabbit is too hot or cold. Roger can probably just flap his ears and use them like fans XD
Rabbits do indeed scream. They'll scream when they are in pain, they're scared, or under psychological distress. Roger was actually screaming a lot throughout the film, so this checks out XD
When rabbits love you, they'll bump and rub their heads against you, kind of like they're marking you as their territory. And they'll also groom you too. Imagine this with Roger and Jessica! Roger is just constantly giving his wife gentle head taps and rubbing against her cheek ^^ (Poppy may not be so instinctual, but I can also see her being this physically affectionate with her S/O... Especially if they were more on the wild side *cough*Pocho*cough*)
Even if you do delete this, I hope these facts still made you smile like they did with me ^^
These did make me smile! SO sorry for how late this responce is 😬
I have allowed it to sink in, and oh my that's so cute! And Jessica bring an honorary rabbit, yes 💛🐇💛🐇 Thats so sweet ^^
... the purring dot point gave me an angsty thought... when you mentioned the weasels... (what if Smartass and Greasy don't pur/have not purred since they were children? Not because they do something else, because... they haven't been happy enough. OKAY I'M OUT BYE- )
Omggggg Roger and Poppy turning white XDD Imagine Jessica getting creative in order to make them both visible on snow days. It starts with asking them to wear fluoro vests, buying them crazy patterned accessories (Bow ties, headbands, even sweaters) and she ends up making Roger a big messy cherry pie so he gets it all over his cheeks 😂
Oh! Remember your amazing YanderePeezy messenger drabble?? (Which by the eay I have put in a word document so i can read whenever i want without going through all our dms again XDD Its so good!!) Imagine Poppy BIT HIM then. (Yes Poppy!!)
No no but imagine Roger, Poppy and Bugs doing that!! 💙🤍💙🤍 Meanwhile Jessica's (the most familiar with rabbit stuff) just kinda giggles at Roger cuz its so cute, the weasels are wondering w h a t is happening, and Daffy's lookin at Bugs like what the hell is wrong with you?? (Daffy Sheldon Duck shh)
OMG Roger bonding with Dumbo on set with their ears!!!!
'so this checks out' omg that made me laughhh XDD
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🤭 what if vinh (age: girl-junzi, jiejie, josei mature romance drama with femc fickle and wussy bashing in the comments) and hagane (age: rotted and soggy, violent menhera freak but otherwise chill dgaf pilled)
omg i wonder who this is... coming right up notvy ^_^
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🕯️🎞️ ... hi what if I said josei mature romance drama second male lead cuck 🎞 (also gets pebbles thrown at in the comments)
choking on the colour scheme bc I just love gold-white and black-white colour combo 🤧...
nepobaby parallels! or maybe foils. although on different forefront and its gravities on different wavelengths (you got a whole society and then well. the entertainment industry). when vinh does want to assist in righting wrongs derived from her but gwen's weird uhhhh does he dgaf or nawt... when u do x and y are u helping and going against or just contributing to the grand scheme of issues...
i think he likes how measured she is ^_^ . people can live through things and still grow up well adjusted with maybe a few bugs in their emotional software, yknow.
🪝 🍽️... single braid weirdo 🍽️ for ur double braid hagachama u_u… its just this part 92832938
etoo suji resisdent freak enjoyer... hardly appalled by their violence, ever. finds it endearing, if anything -- but she's not very much of a provoker like someone else we know... when it happens its met with calm and joy <3 helps them locate the carotid artery like you should squeeze right there yes
🚪 🐜 when everything loops back to the hospital au... i think she would be a very nice (underground) nurse to them ^_^ lost an arm? need to reattach several key nerves? dr. suji has you covered, free of charge and insurance. you might wake up with a missing kidney or something, but its because it was necessary to ensure operation success :)
she’s also a totally licensed dentist do not worry ^_^... collects their teeth when they fall out as a necklace and makes sets of dentures /jjjj its on her shelf along with her other weird hagane preserves
#ask#ask game#matchup game#i did some post digging on ur acc but uhhh it was 2021 so if stuff has changed lmk ^^'
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What are ur favourite kitties names?
i got a stress migraine from this so bad i threw up in my lap and sent nii-san into a panic. how can i choose ONE favorite cat?! i love all kitties! every single one. from their pointy ears to the tips of their fluffy tails. and even if they are missing those parts i still love them forever and ever. so because i am benevolent and ever so gracious, i am going to bestow upon you the gift of my entire list and their colorings.
Mister Sprinkles (male tabby, and i raised him since he was a baby and now he's an old man, so he gets first place, also his name must be properly capitalized. he gets this honor)
rocket (female tabby)
lil housefly (male tabby)
prince tangelo (male orange)
lil biscuit (female siamese)
popo (male black cat)
pipi (female black cat) (they're kitty married)
bruce lee (male forest cat)
chiyome (female calico)
chibiko (female tabby)
chibita (male tabby) (they're siblings)
purple (male shorthair)
green (male shorthair)
orange (female shorthair)
orange II (female orange) (no relation)
rice ball (male flamepoint)
celery stick (female flamepoint)
carrot stick (male orange)
burnt cabbage (female black cat)
potato head (male persian) (i TNR'd these five on one trip so they got food names)
don quixote (male bobtail)
turtle (male tabby)
baby mushroom (female tabby, still a kitten)
autumn leaf (female calico)
kamakiri (male tabby)
kingyo (female orange)
valiant warrior (female black cat)
sinister advisor (male shorthair) (they're a bonded pair)
THE TORMENTOR (male russian blue) (all caps necessary. he's fat)
sukiyaki (female calico) (she had the following litter so they got ingredient names)
negi (female black cat)
shiitake (male black cat)
shirataki (female calico)
konnyaku (male orange)
tofu (male orange)
the obelisk (male russian blue) (my oldest male after Mister Sprinkles) (also fat)
nico (female himalayan)
spicy soy sauce (male black cat)
her majesty's stink (female orange) (she stinks!)
gravy tugboat (male tabby) (REALLY fat)
dandan from the garbage can (male... something... he's always so dirty from rustling through the waste bins)
zebulon (male siamese)
dirt (male black cat) (found him in a garden)
okay he is not technically mine EVEN THOUGH I SAW HIM FIRST, TOBIRAMA, but ichirou (male flamepoint) (REALLY original. idiot)
operation cuteness (female ragamuffin)
operation beautiful (female birman)
dentures (or denko for short) (female calico) (she had all of her teeth pulled due to a condition)
tripod (male tabby) (just guess why that's his name. thanks nii-san)
fu manchu 2 (male himalayan) (LONGEST whiskers i've evar seen, and constantly dripping with some form of wet food sauce)
home improvement (male shorthair) (he likes to claw everything. do not engage unless you are me!)
madara junior (male black cat) (obviously) (he looks like if nii-san was a cat)
poophead (female birman) (kagami named her this...)
cyclone (male orange)
vortex (female orange) (no relation, just TNR'd the same day)
jamba juice (female lykoi)
bodhisattva (female calico) (my oldest calico in the crew!)
snail (male tabby) (he has a spiral pattern on him. he's mito's obvious favorite. i wish my cats would stop being traitors to the treacherous senjus!)
sennosuke (male lykoi)
the four elements (female calico)
assorted ambient works (female tabby)
cheese (female shorthair)
crackers (male shorthair) (also kitty married)
stinkmaster (male black cat) (he's actually clean but he's MEAN)
the angel (female siamese) (also mean, but in a judgemental way)
torch (male orange)
flashlight (female orange) (his daughter)
booger sugar (male flamepoint)
the stonemason (male persian) (his favorite spot is a high wall)
the bricklayer (female persian) (they're a bonded pair)
ghost rider (male flamepoint) (my most recent TNR)
lieutenant (male forest cat)
commander (female forest cat)
baby wolf (female lykoi) (another kagami effort...)
nokia (male tabby)
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Hamilton John Doe (2007)
January 09, 2023
On April 7, 2007, in Hamilton, Ontario, Canada, the skull of an unidentified man was noticed by some neighbours at the end of their driveway. At first, one neighbour believed the skull was an animals. Not thinking anything of it, another neighbour kicked the skull across the road where it went into a ditch.
On April 9, 2007, at 6:30 pm, a Glanbrook resident was walking their dog on Glancaster Road when they saw an object in the ditch just off the west side of the road. The individual looked closer and saw what appeared to look like a human skull. A forensic anthropologist was eventually called who came to help identify the skull.
On April 18, around 10am, the Hamilton Police searched the area for any clues that could be related to the skull found, calling on the Ground Search and Rescue Team as well as cadaver dogs and volunteers in the community.
One hour into the search, cadaver dogs found additional human remains near the intersection of Glancaster Road and Fiddlers Green Road in a forested area in the community of Mount Hope.
An autopsy revealed that the additional remains belonged to the skull that was first found. The date of death was estimated to be the Summer of Fall of 2006. However, it is possible the death occurred as early as Fall of 2005 or Spring of 2006. Foul play was not suspected.
DNA was extracted from the femur of the remains however police have been unable to match this individual to similar missing persons cases.
Hamilton John Doe has been described as having grey/white hair, 2-3 inches in length, likely wearing an upper full denture and possibly a lower partial denture. The man’s teeth were poorly cared for and he had no upper teeth, likely for many years before his death as the sockets had been healed.
Hamilton John Doe had 6 teeth present, one canine and two premolar teeth on each side of the lower jaw. He had a chronic abscess on both the right and left teeth, no fillings and had untreated cavities.
The John Doe had blue denim “Wrangler” brand jeans that were a size 34x34, a “Fitrite” brand shirt in a size large, blue denim “Kinswood” brand, long-sleeved button down shirt, size large, a black belt, white “Fruit of the Loom” brand underwear, white left running shoe in a size 9 and a half, a blue face “U.S. Army” brand wristwatch that was silver, water resistant worn on his left wrist.
He also had a silver folding knife in a black sheath attached to the belt, with a 7.6 cm blade, and a stainless steel, black handle. The wristwatch has been available since 2003 and is believed to have cost between $300-$450 at the time.
The man also had a “Bic” brand lighter, chrome “Zebra” brand pen, “Trim” brand nail clippers, a pack of chewing gum, and $12.99, with one discoloured coin of unknown denomination.
Hamilton John Doe is a white male estimated to be between 40-65 years old at the time of his death, but likely 50-65 years old, between 5′6-6′ feet tall with other sources saying between 5′7-6′1 feet tall, and his cause of death is currently unknown.
If you recognize this man or are from or know anyone who lived in the area of Hamilton, Ontario, Canada in 2006/2007 who might’ve known Hamilton John Doe, you can contact Crime Stoppers at 1-800-222-TIPS (1-800-222-8477), you can stay anonymous.
You can also email the National Centre for Missing Persons and Unidentified Remains at: [email protected]
#unsolved#UNSOLVED MYSTERIES#unsolved case#unsolved crime#missing person#unknown#john doe#john#doe#hamilton#ontario#canada#Unidentified#remains
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Letters from Watson: A Case of Identity
Part 1: The Fun Bits
"Queer things which are going on" that's my type of town
Regarding the Dundas separation: Watson is not entirely wrong! Hurling your dentures at your wife all the time is also spousal abuse!
Baring Gould's chronology remains incoherent, as this snuffbox is a souvenir from the Irene Adler case. BG puts Scandal in spring of 1887, I take it as evidence for 1889, etc.
In support of my timeline (Though to be fair, somewhat in support of Baring Gould's) this appears to be a very busy time of year for Holmes. He also appears to be taking cases not just on the strength of their interest, but on other criteria as well.
Marsielles is a city in France most commonly now written as Marsielle
Boy in buttons: likely the page, which would be a young male servant in charge of things such as running errands, announcing visitors, fetching the mail, and other things that were considered too much outside of the domestic sphere for a maid to be tasked with.
Yet another word of mouth referral from a female client for Holmes.
Obligatory conversion that 100 a year is about 10,200 modern pounds / 12,200 USD. Supplemented with the typing this is a decent amount of money for a young woman looking to marry. It's set up by her uncle who is abroad, and the fact that it has nothing to do with her mother makes me think that this is her father's brother.
For those of you who missed The Man with the Twisted Lip and the money analysis, twopence is two pennies. At 240 pence per pound, with Miss Sutherland doing about 15 to 20 sheets a day, we're looking at a minimum weekly income of about 150 pence (if she takes saturdays off), which is a bit over half a pound. When one keeps in mind that living in her family home she is probably not paying anything towards room and board, and that likely if she needed to invest in another typewriter she could ask her mother or Mr. Windibank for some of her interest, she's probably doing fine.
Shades of Dr. Roylott in Mr. Windibank here: isolating your stepdaughter from society is also abuse.
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Fox Fairy and a Scholar
Like the story before this, it was translated by Xiaomingxiong a Hong Kong queer rights activist, and comes from his publication to the glbtq archives.
An old scholar, with no attraction toward women, lives alone in a big house. One night, a man dressed in black enters the house and asks the scholar for sex
The man dressed in black is actually the scholar's "husband" and the scholar was his "wife" in their lives before reincarnation. Then they loved each other and vowed to keep their intimate relationship in their future lives. But when they made the vow, it was during a war, and the beautiful wife was captured by rebels. At last, she committed suicide to escape rape. The husband, however, followed the rebels and became one of them, and later was also killed during the war.
Because of the chastity of the wife, who was willing even to kill herself to preserve it, she was permitted by the Emperor of the Nether World to reincarnate as a man. But the husband, who followed the rebels and showed no loyalty to the king, was forced to reincarnate as a fox.
Still, the fox wanted to maintain his relationship with his (dead) wife for one more year. So he practiced alchemy and became a man, which enabled him to search for his wife in the earthly world. After listening to the man dressed in black (actually a fox), the old scholar faintly remembered his past life. But the scholar wondered if they could maintain any sexual relationship now, since both are now males.
The fox then smiled and replied : "It should not be any problem, so long as we love each other; it does not matter if it is between males, or between male and female, we still could love each other."
So the old scholar agreed. He unfastened his clothing and shared intimate moments with the man-fox . The fox then came once every two days for some time. One night, however, the fox told the scholar: "This is our last night together. Tomorrow you can check our loving relationship on one of the pillars of the house." The next morning, the scholar woke up and checked out the pillars: there was a pillar with 365 denture marks! The fox had succeeded in maintaining his relationship with his former wife, now a man, for an additional year.
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something in the fandom bothered me.
So I’m adjacent to numerous fandoms and the people in them, and some folks made some comments that disturbed me.
H’okay, so. In Helluva Boss, figures like Charlie and the von Eldritches are centuries old and have maintained their age and roles that long. And there was talk about ‘the girls’ going shopping together.
Anything sexual?.. not.. necessarily?! But they treated a noble like Octavia hanging out with the princesses of Hell like a two year old going on a girls night out with 60-somethings. Like, what the fuck.
I realize I may be a bit too straight, cis, male and shit to understand this but in memory I remember groups of women and girls of all ages, from nursing at a tiddy to wearing dentures and bald, going shopping together and having girls nights out.
Why in hell would or should it be any different to have a 17 year old hanging out with other women, regardless of how old they are if they’re effectively in their equivalent of 20s? I genuinely do not understand. You don’t get Advanced Power by age as you get older; you just mature and then stop and then get more and more disabled by age. There’s a peak before you mature and then it’s equals.
The biggest disparity would just be nether nobles vs. Royalty of Hell, and that shouldn’t mean shit. Charlie spends her whole life trying to own and manage a hotel on the slimmest chance in hell for human damned souls repent enough to go to heaven. Why on EARTH, of all people in Hell, would Charlie not be open to a harmless girls night out with someone? There’s nothing inherently sexual or abusive or weird about this unless you think stranger-danger is perpetual and the default outside biological or formal family.
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